Tease (Tease 1)

She spat out the gag, her body jolting to the rhythm of the baton moving in and out of her wet pussy.

“Oh god,” she cried, her hands clenching as her back pushed away from the wall, trying to push the baton deeper. “Fuck me, Coop. Harder!”

“You’re nothing but a dirty little whore. This is what you deserve. Look at you, loving the feel of this thick steel rod as it moves inside of you,” I hissed at her. “Take it, Amalie.”

She screamed, the handcuffs almost cutting through her skin as her body jolted as though it had been hit by lightning. She groaned softly as I withdrew the baton from her.

I lifted it to my mouth and licked her taste off it as she watched me intensely. Tossing the baton aside, I un-cuffed her and pushed her to the floor. With my fist locked around a handful of her messy blonde hair, I guided her mouth to the tip of my cock.

“Suck me,” I ordered. I didn’t wait for a reply; instead I forced my cock inside her open mouth. “Fuck, that’s good,” I murmured, resting my arms against the brick wall, caught off guard by the force of her mouth on my cock.

God, she was good at giving head. Probably the best of all my clients—which, considering the kind of kinky shit some of them were into, said a lot. She engulfed the length of me, sucking hard, before slowly working my cock in and out of her amazing mouth, the feel of her tongue teasing the tip enough to make me come.

“Oh yeah,” I gasped as she milked me dry, swallowing my release.

“That was great.” She used my hands to get herself to her feet. Her cheeks flushed pink as she smiled. “Do you feel like a spa?”

“Sure,” I replied. Sometimes I got the feeling being famous went hand in hand with being lonely.

I followed Amalie out of the basement and into her bedroom. Her bathroom was the size of my apartment—well not quite, but not far off. She ran the spa and switched on the fifty-inch TV attached to the adjacent wall.

“Get in. I’ll grab us a drink. Beer?”

“A soda would be great,” I replied.

She nodded and left me alone. I stepped into the deep tub, the water barely past my ankles. Sitting down, I put my head back and closed my eyes, completely exhausted and guilty about spending time with another woman when I obviously felt something for Mia.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew the water was almost up to the top of the spa. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, just as Amalie walked back in. She carried a tray containing two sodas and a bowl of chips.

“Thought you might be hungry.” She set the drinks and food down next to the spa, and then stepped in, the water overflowing slightly as she sank into the tub. “God that’s good,” she sighed.

“Come up here and I’ll rub your shoulders.”

She repositioned herself between my legs, resting her back against my stomach. I began to massage her neck, my fingers moving in deep circles into her skin as she moaned softly.

“I’ll fire my masseuse and just have you come by more often,” she muttered, tilting her neck.

I chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that’ll leave you sorer than before. You know how rough I get with you.” I licked her neck, just behind her ear.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll have to drag you down to the basement again.” She giggled.

We lay together submerged for more than an hour, only getting out once the water turned cold. Getting out, I took one of the towels sitting on the vanity and dried myself, before getting dressed.

Amalie slipped on a sheer robe and followed me out into the hall.

As we reached the door, she put her arms around my waist, her face tilting up to mine, our lips connecting. “’Night, Coop. See you soon.”

“Sweet dreams, Amalie,” I said, winking at her as I left.

Chapter Twelve

I got home from work after eleven, with just enough time for a shower before I had to meet the guys. I grabbed a clean towel and headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind me—something else I had to do to since Mia had moved in. I was so used to leaving the door wide open.

Not that I’d be upset if she saw me naked. It was nothing she hadn’t seen before, and part of me hoped that she wanted to see it again. She wasn’t home anyway, but knowing my luck she would arrive back halfway through my shower with a group of friends. Again, not that I’d complain…

After my shower I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to my room. Fumbling through a pile of clothes that I thought were clean, I pulled out a pair of jeans that I hoped weren’t dirty, and my last clean shirt. I guess that made tomorrow laundry day. Dressing quickly, I inspected myself in the mirror. My hair was still damp enough that, after running my hand through it a few times, I was ready.

The bar the guys and I frequented the most was Adam’s Apple on Fourth. It was a five-minute walk for me, which came in handy when I wanted to have a few drinks. Even for a Friday night, it was loud and crowded. A mass of people surrounded the stage at the back where a band was playing.